The March for Life – Part I

At The March for Life 2016

Last week I went up to DC for the annual March for Life. It ranks as one of the strangest trips I’ve ever taken, for several reasons, though mainly due to the historic blizzard which settled in over the DC area during the March and over the weekend. There’s a great Instagram feed, by the way…

At The March for Life 2016

I love going to the March for Life. It’s an important witness, and also, I usually see a lot of people that I know there. (This year I saw zero!)

At The March for Life 2016

But even with the weather blowing in and turning more threatening by the minute, huge numbers turned out for the March.

At The March for Life 2016

But we’ll get to that. Lent is early this year, and that makes life very busy!

Great Falls

Great Falls

In my recent trip to DC, of the March for Life, I had the wild idea to rent a car and drive up to visit Great Falls.

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I’d often heard about it, but never really knew what it was. It’s amazing and beautiful.

Bizarre Falls Pic

And thankfully I returned my car rental and got to the hotel before the snow started falling that evening. That was a bizarre trip, but great in many ways. I look forward to writing about it soon… (I know, I know… but seriously, I do!)

God rest Fr. William

St Jane William

Fr. William McCandless was Pastor at St. Jane for 9 years, and he was the last of the Benedictine Community, who started the Parish here as a mission in the 1800’s, to serve as Pastor here. All of the long time Parishioners here remember him fondly, with a great love, and with a great respect for his intellect, and his devotion to the Faith, to Jesus Christ, and to the Blessed Mother.

Via the Monastery‘s site:

Father William John MacCandless, O.S.B., a monk of Saint Joseph Abbey, died on Christmas Day at the monastery at Saint Benedict, LA. A native of New Orleans, he was born on 7 July 1930; his father, John William MacCandless, was editor of the archdiocesan newspaper, Catholic Action of the South; his mother was Jane Hickey MacCandless. He began monastic life at the Trappist Abbey of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Pecos, NM; while he was still a young monk, the monastery transferred in 1955 to Lafayette, OR, where he was ordained a priest on 7 December 1958.
Fr. William MacCAndless
He did graduate studies at the international Benedictine University of Sant’ Anselmo and the Pontifical Biblical Institute in Rome. On his return to Our Lady of Guadalupe, he served for a time as novice-master. Upon the death of his father in 1966, he received permission to live with his widowed mother, and he eventually left the Trappists and became a priest of the Diocese of Beaumont, TX. During this time, he taught at Loyola University and at Notre Dame Seminary in New Orleans, where he served as academic dean. He also taught at the University of Dallas and the Pontifical College Josephinum in Columbus, OH, serving as department head in both institutions.

After his mother’s death in 1978, he entered Saint Joseph Abbey, where he made profession as a Benedictine monk on 11 July 1981. He taught theology and Greek for 20 years in Saint Joseph Seminary College; he also taught in the Baton Rouge Religious Studies Institute, run jointly by the Diocese of Baton Rouge and the Seminary College. He also served as director of the Abbey Christian Life Center, as director of the monastery’s oblates, and as prior and novice-master. For two years he was chaplain to Bowling Green Inn in Mandeville, and from 1994 to 2003 he was pastor of Saint Jane de Chantal Church in Abita Springs. He was a model of monastic observance to his brothers, a gentle and good-humored member of the community, much sought as a spiritual director and confessor. He experienced declining physical health and mental acuity during his last months, but he showed great patience and always expressed gratitude to those who cared for him. He is survived by his sister, Dorothy J. M. McCloskey.

The Birds

I was driving home to Abita from the city the other day, and decided to take the scenic route.  Part of me, really, was just tired and didn’t feel like dealing with interstate traffic.  And then another part of me just likes the scenic drive out through the fishing camps along the Rigolets.

Geese

I had to stop and photo these birds though.  I mean, there was a whole lagoon full of birds to choose from…

Gull Lagoon

Although, a glance to the right changed the lighting entirely, into a bleak, TS Elliot-esque landscape.

 

Rigolets bridge

The lagoon is past the Rigolets bridge.  And before Ft. Pike.

Fort Pike

Which is never open, by the way.  If you find it open one day… give me a call!  I’d love to go see it sometime.

Steak and Bake

Steak

Over the years I’ve scraped together my pennies, saved up and otherwise cut expenses, well, for many reasons. One of those reasons is so that occasionally I can afford a nice meal out somewhere. For the last several Christmases, I’ve gotten together with my friends Barbara, and Fr. John, as we all are in similar Christmas schedules and get together later in the day, with a minimum of fuss, dishes, prep time, etc. And for Christmas, I don’t think we spend a dime more than we would otherwise after all is said and done.

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I mean, the lump crab salad alone is amazing.

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Barb is a dear friend, who’s stood by me through thick and thin, who helped care for my mom in her illness as I was approaching ordination, and who has great choice in restaurants for Christmas day.  When she said she had made reservations for Ruth’s downtown at 3:45, I knew it would be a great choice.

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Fr. John is a great friend.  He’s another one of my Priest friends who claims he’s an introvert, though I have serious doubts about that.  Still, he’s pensive and earnest.

Our server here said she was from a small , private Catholic school on the Northshore, that we had probably never heard of.  I said, “Well, …. SSA!”  Like… d’oh.   Her jaw actually dropped.  I guess they get a lot of tourists here, or otherwise non Northshore folk.

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See. Fr. John has his pensive moments.

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After that we retired to the Roosevelt, which is a festive place to have an after dinner drink.  And if someone you’re dining out with has been inexplicably lavish enough to have a room for the night, and not only a room, but a suite…  then by all means (it’s a long story, but sensible.)  Bring Christmas presents!  Settle in and have an enjoyable evening.

It was a one of a kind, and lovely, evening.  The perfect ending for a prayerful day.

 

 

Fr. Kenneth Allen